A bird—
My friend,
A little pet.
Someone to go out and get
My feathers ruffled,
I fly so high,
That only my wings touch the sky.
No longer ruffled,
I fly so far,
That no longer my wings hurt my arms.
A bird—
My friend,
A little pet.
Someone to go out and get
My feathers ruffled,
I fly so high,
That only my wings touch the sky.
No longer ruffled,
I fly so far,
That no longer my wings hurt my arms.
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